In my dreams, I am free. In my dreams, I am whoever I want to be. When reality begins to sink in, what do I have left?
4.13.2013
I've learned that it's not usually worth sharing your feelings because of how fast they can change.
4.08.2013
4.04.2013
My internal monologues are poetry, the kind that disappears when I open my mouth. Now all I have is a handful of useless metaphors, would you like to hear them anyway?
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